It is a Saturday. I am trying to enjoy it.
A big part of our local science museum involves a working model of the river that we live by. There are aprons, toys and much general fun to be had.
Favourite Son and Favourite Daughter are having a grand time.
Except that Favourite Son has, without his consent or interest, acquired a new ‘friend’.
‘And isn’t your dear Felicity doing so well? Oh look at her, pretending to torment that lovely little boy?’
‘Oh! That back-fired a bit. She must feel awful. Difficult to judge quantities and such-forth at that age. The little chap doesn’t seem to mind that much though. Plenty of towels and hand-driers about.’
‘So darling now isn’t she? I can’t believe how she’s come on, playing with such a little fellow obviously so much younger than her. How considerate. She’s so precious.’
She isn’t ‘precious’ I think to myself. She’s a ‘little fucking cunt’.
And if she ‘accidentally’ splashes my son with water one more time I’m going to knock her out.